I exhale hard, climbing and waiting.
He grunts as he thrusts into me from behind while I fuck his hand. It’s a dance I never want to end, but as my orgasm crests, I can barely take much more.
I manage to accelerate the sled forward a fraction, and it’s all I need. “Baylor, I’m—”
“Let go. No one will hear you but me,” Baylor says.
He gently pinches my nipple, and I shatter.
Warmth explodes over my whole body. I cry out his name, but it’s lost in the wind. Baylor’s movements become softer as I ride out the rest of the wave, savoring the electric current humming beneath my skin. When our breathing evens out a bit, he removes his hands and takes over the controls of the snowmobile. I collapse back into his chest.
A few minutes later, I see the twinkling glow of Christmas lights come into view as we round the back of the cabin. I’m glad at least one of us has a sense of direction because both my internal and moral compasses are out of order.
All of a sudden, we’re in the garage. Baylor climbs off the back of the sled and looks over at the door to the house like he’s afraid someone will come through it and discover us. I’m not sure how long we’ve been gone, but I’d guess Henry, Jesse, or Luke would’ve noticed we were missing by now.
Cold winter air whistles through the garage and hits my back, waking me up. My head clears, giving me flashes of a night that will haunt my dreams from here on out.
“Wh … what did we just do?” I mutter.
I’m trying to think if there were any frozen lakes I passed on my slutty little adventure that would be thin enough to fall into when I notice the large and painful-looking bulge in Baylor’s pants. My cheeks turn a shade of red you’d be able to spot from space.
His hand grazes my cheek, and he smiles down at me like he knows one of my dirty secrets.
Holy fuck.
Baylor Frost just became my dirtiest secret of all.
“Please don’t overthink this, Penny. Every word I said to you tonight was the truth. Do with that what you will, okay? I can wait.”
7
No, Aspen. Bad Aspen.
This isn’t how my break was supposed to go. The plan was to come to Aspen and spend a quiet Christmas with Henry and Clara. Not to have Baylor give me one of the best orgasms of my life on the back of a fucking snowmobile.
When I got back to my room last night, I tried to shower off the twisting thoughts still lingering in the forefront of my mind. I lathered up my loofah and began scrubbing away Baylor’s touch, but the loofah quickly became Baylor’s hands again, and I found my second release of the night. My vanilla body wash is very fragrant, so I’m pretty sure my vagina smells like a frickin’ sugar cookie now.
I was dreading facing Baylor so much this morning that I couldn’t muster up the courage to go downstairs or even get out of bed, which made my head spiral with scenarios I know would never happen. One of which was Henry finding out about us and never speaking to me again. I know he wouldn’t do that. He probably wouldn’t even care. But that dark corner of my mind that’s constantly going through what-ifs makes me believe anything is possible.
The other scenario, which seems more accurate, was that this was really just another one of Baylor’s ways of torturing me, and now, everyone downstairs already knows every juicy detail about our affair last night.
This wasn’t like when he saw me naked. The way he looked at me then made me feel powerful and desirable. No, this was different. Baylor has all of the power now. How could he not after unraveling me the way he did?
Knuckles rap on my door, and my heart jumps into my throat.
Stop thinking about him.
“Aspen?” Henry’s voice calls from the other side of the door, and I relax a little. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
“I’m just getting ready,” I respond, tying the straps of my dress around my neck.
“Don’t feel like you have to push yourself if you’re still not feeling up for it. I can always bring you a plate to eat up here instead.”
A pang of guilt hits me. I told Henry my head was hurting, and that’s why I’ve been in my room all day. It was a partial truth; my head did start to hurt at one point from all the overthinking.
“No, no. I’m okay. I’ll be just a minute.”
Silence falls between us, but I know he’s still there.
